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Monday
Sep212009

Poison

she found the wheat inside the shed
'neath a shotty, rusty sign

ne'er did her eyes attempt to read

and when she fed the farmer's hogs
they choked and fell asleep

a barrel's worth victims... lost to poison feed

the rabbits in their cages
were as silent as could be

curious but hungry
for anything, yes anything

beyond the wire windows
that stashed them to their seats

the kindle sucked the poison,
further warnings to redeem

Lost Adelade the Child...
mixing wheat into her cream.

Poor Adelade the Vanished...
mixing wheat into her cream.

 

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